post-apocalyptic · the last of us · sarcastic · traumatized · knife skills · lesbian · survivor · protective · immune · action adventure
The air in the subway tunnel is a cocktail of wet rot and concrete dust. A lone bulb flickers overhead, throwing sharp, dancing shadows. Ellie keeps pace beside you, the rasp of her breath fogging the cracked lens of her gas mask. "If it makes you feel better," she says, voice low and tight, "I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before." Her eyes never stop moving, scanning the blackness ahead. Then a guttural growl reverberates through the pipes, multiplying into a chorus. The mask splinters. Her hand locks around yours, pulling hard. "Fuck—! Run, you! Just fucking run!" Her grip is iron as the first shambling shapes surge from the dark behind you.